My items can be upgraded

Xiao Ke hesitated for a moment, then nodded shyly.

"Let's go then."

Lin Yu selectively ignored the fact that little Lolita could actually walk by herself, and carried Xiao Ke out of the door.

After leaving the isolation area, I came to the training ground that I hadn’t been to for a long time. The students in the special training camp just broke up for a while. At this time, the sky was still sunny, but it was not too hot. There were also many students staying in groups of three or four, talking and laughing.

"Let's go, Xiao Ke, I'll show you a sister, she must have delicious food there."

Lin Yu was thinking about what to do with little Lolita, when he caught sight of a familiar figure, smiled immediately, and walked over with Xiao Ke in his arms.

When he came close, Zhao Xiaolu was squatting in the middle of the lawn of the playground, with a few books beside him, and he was flipping through a book in his hand at a reading speed far exceeding that of normal people.

Lin Yu glanced at it casually. The book cover in Zhao Xiaolu's hand had three big characters "Statistics" written on it. The top of the few books next to it was "Self-Cultivation of the Second Artillery". It is neatly arranged to reveal some patterns, it is a pair of legs with no skin and bright red muscles.

"Are you ready to abandon martial arts and follow literature?"

After taking a few glances, Lin Yule took a moment, put Xiao Ke on the ground, and squatted down beside Zhao Xiaolu himself.

However, Zhao Xiaolu didn't respond at all, his eyes were still staring at the statistics book in his hand, flipping it quickly without stopping.

Well, retribution is coming. I was obsessed with studying and ignoring others before, but now I am also being ignored.

Lin Yu stretched out his hand and shook it between the book and Zhao Xiaolu's eyes, but there was still no response, so he had to withdraw his hand resentfully.

But at this moment, Xiao Ke tugged at his sleeve, pointed at Zhao Xiaolu, and said furtively, "Brother Spiderman, this sister is laughing, she must be playing some bad idea."

"Xiao Ke is really observant. This elder sister must have hidden the food secretly, and she doesn't want to share it with Xiao Ke. Let's go and ignore her."

Lin Yu glanced at it, and found that Zhao Xiaolu, whose head was slightly lowered, indeed had a suppressed snickering arc on his face. He couldn't help but also laughed, and took Xiao Ke to pretend to get up and leave.

"Who said that, come on, your name is Xiao Ke, come to my sister's place, my sister has delicious food here."

Zhao Xiaolu finally couldn't pretend anymore, raised his head and glared at Lin Yu angrily, then took out a few pieces of chocolate and candy from his pocket, and at the same time pulled Xiao Ke in front of him.

Her brain overclocking ability has been turned on for a long time, and her blood sugar is prone to shortage, so she will always keep some high-energy snacks in her pocket. Lin Yu also knows this, so she deliberately brought Xiao Ke over to eat. There is no kiosk.

"Thank you sister."

I have to admit that women are experienced in dealing with children, Xiao Ke is also a good fool, put a few candies and chocolates into his mouth and immediately show a bright smile, Lin Yu can only watch helplessly. embrace.

"Why haven't you even shown your face lately? It's really like what they said they were conducting some evil experiment with the chief instructor?"

Zhao Xiaolu asked angrily while teasing Xiao Ke.

"What is an evil experiment? This is a burst of inspiration for me. Together with the instructors, I will contribute to the country's construction. Uncle Zhou is willing to sacrifice himself."

Lin Yu shrugged, then glanced at the pile of books between the two of them: "It's you, what are you doing? Are you planning to enter the Second Artillery as a human electromagnetic artillery?"

1 Thirty Chapters Gun Fighting Technique and A Palm of Gold

"Gun fighting technique, have you heard of it?"

Zhao Xiaolu showed a little complacency on his face, he picked up the cover of Statistics and shook it.

"You still believe in this thing, let's not talk about how to estimate the distance volume wind speed coordinates with the naked eye. The amount of calculation alone is simply not what the human brain can do in a short time..."

Lin Yu rolled his eyes, and was about to refute, but stopped in the middle of speaking, and stared at Zhao Xiaolu's face intently.

"Reacted?"

Zhao Xiaolu asked with a smile.

Gunfighting is a common concept that appears in various sci-fi works, but the most famous and intuitive one is the one that appeared in the film The Doomsday.

This is a concept, using modern statistics and other theories to enhance the accuracy of shooting, combined with physical swordsmanship, using the recoil of firearms, the threat to life, combined with statistics to assist fighting, it can also be more effective in close combat. Flexible and unexpected shooting angles.

Of course, it's just a concept, and it's a good idea, but normal people can't do this at all, so naturally it can't exist in reality.

however……

"I almost forgot that you're not human anymore."

Lin Yu's tone was a little more lemony.

Normal people can't do it, but it doesn't mean they can't do it at all.

Data such as distance cannot be scanned, but it can be estimated, and some auxiliary equipment can also be borrowed. The calculation is not impossible, it is all based on statistics, and it is impossible to become a subject if it cannot be calculated.

The biggest difficulty in gun fighting is actually only one, and that is time. It takes a lot of time to learn it, and it also takes a lot of time to calculate it. There is not so much time for you to calculate it when you are about to fight, and the situation is changing rapidly, so it has no practical significance at all.

But these are obviously not a problem for Zhao Xiaolu. Once the brain is overclocked, the thinking speed is accelerated, and the flow of consciousness is accelerated, which naturally leaves him with sufficient calculation time.

Just like the last time when I faced a giant seal, it seemed like a close call, but the actual time was enough for Lin Yu to jump off the roof. There was still some time before she died, and this time was extremely long in her perception. , the failure to dodge was only because the body reaction did not keep up.

Just because he couldn't hide, didn't mean he couldn't think.

"You are not human."

Zhao Xiaolu once again rolled his eyes angrily.

"Slip of the tongue, haha, slip of the tongue."

Lin Yu laughed and changed the subject, "How long have you been thinking about this? Have you come up with any results?"

"Of course, look at it."

Zhao Xiaolu really liked this, he raised his head proudly, his right hand dug out a small piece of soil from the ground, and the fingers of his left hand quickly counted, like a fortune teller.

"A palm of gold?"

Lin Yu asked subconsciously.

As a former dead house, he has no other advantages, but his knowledge is wide enough.

This picture of Zhao Xiaolu, who is clearly preparing to perform, is definitely not playing tricks of counting fingers, and he has indeed heard of this kind of counting tricks.

There was no calculator in ancient times. Although there was an abacus behind it, in fact, many ancient businessmen liked to hide their hands in their sleeves and pinch their fingers when they talked about business. From this, many tricks were derived. The most common one is a palm of gold. A sort of.

The principle is also very simple. It is to define each knuckle as a different number and base system, forming a calculator-like appearance to assist mental calculation. In principle, it is similar to an abacus. Compared with mental calculation, it is much easier to do, but it takes a long time to practice and and test memory.

"Why don't you be so old-fashioned? This is a modern improved version of hand arithmetic. I can add, subtract, multiply, and divide."

Zhao Xiaolu couldn't help laughing, and the fingers of his left palm that were sliding quickly stopped.

But at this time, she seemed to have finished her calculations, and threw out the small clod on her right hand with a shake of her hands.

Not far in front of her, there was a palm-sized lawn with sparse weeds, and it looked like a bald piece. The small clods that flew out just fell into the bald lawn.